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Anyway, just before we moved Sam's job changed and had him traveling from an in-town job to a destination to the south of us. Obviously, this was an increase in mileage (instead of what would've been a 3 mile one-way quick ride, he now has a 17 mile one-way trip), and I assumed that he would no longer be riding his bike to work, but would rather drive. I was wrong. Instead, Sam decided that he still wanted to try to ride his bike, at least sometimes, to work. While I admire the goal of riding the 34 mile round trip, the path he takes is down a very busy highway for all but about 1 mile of the distance.
Although I know he can physically ride the distance in a decent time, I have found that I turn into one of the people I worked with who would always ask, "Are you sure you don't want a ride home tonight? It is raining after all." Every time he rides I repeatedly state that I am more than happy to come and pick him up in the car. Why am I doing this? My biggest concern is the traffic on the highway and knowing how people drive while on it, coupled with the fact that it really isn't very well lit (though he does have lights on his bike). It's dark while he travels in both directions (at least during this time of year), and I worry about his safety. Today, he was about 30 minutes later than I expected and I was preparing to go on a hunt just as he walked in the door. While I understand he is a "big boy" and can make his own decisions, I find that I worry far more about his safety than I did (do) about my own. Am I being a control freak, or is this a genuine concern? In general, I don't tend to feel the need to control what others do, and I do think that this is a legitimate concern, but I also think that I am over-worrying about the situation at times. As soon as he's more than 15 minutes late though, my mind starts wandering and I picture horrific scenes that I won't even bother to share here (let's just say I have a very vivid imagination).
While I can't necessarily control my concern for him, I am trying to give it a rest and let him do something that I know makes him happy. After all, even though my route was shorter and traversing a different highway, I have been in his shoes and survived just fine. Any thoughts on the matter are happily accepted. Maybe you've had a similar experience or can offer some thoughts on the matter.